Dimitri
My son.
The thought hit me with all the force of a freight train.
The pale blond that lay in the middle of a full size hospital bed was my son. The bed dwarfed him. Probably made him look smaller and weaker than he really was. or he could have just seemed that way because of the sickly hue to his skin.
He did look ill. There were purplish blue smudges under his deep set eyes, a kind of hollowness to his cheeks. I had seen him from afar before when I had watchet them at the park and he hadn’t looked like this. he had been full of life, his face flushed with happiness.
“Dimitri?” Sophia tugged on my hand, and it was only then that I realised that I had stopped dead just short of his bed. With effort I shook myself. Now wasn’t the time to freak out. The little boy might no
